The Boy Next Door

Chapter 9

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『 Chapter 9: Tryouts 』

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**Previously**

"I've been accepted the job."

I smiled getting out my chair. "Congratulations! I'm so happy for you"

He didn't respond his face still blank, not even when I hugged him.

"I have to go away from 3 months. They are having a competition to see who can run a business, this could give me an offer of a lifetime."

I frown. That's not the new I wanted to hear. Not at all.

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Tryouts were today.

Soccer tryouts that are. 

You see, unlike track, we had to try out for soccer. Northwood cared a lot about there soccer team.

 Keeping it in a winners hand.

 Best of the best. Nice and shiny. 

I woke up early this morning, getting a sports bra on and some Nike black and white shorts, and a sweatband on my forehead, putting my hair in a sloppy ponytail. 

Before grabbing at a piece of toast and finishing and putting my phone in my pocket and blasting Post Malone in my ear. I grin, satisfied with my look. I begin ascending from my house feeling the breeze hit me and I think:

Lucky, I'm going for a run or I'd be freezing my ass off.

I start running, catching the eye of Slate in front of me. 

Running. 

Reluctantly, I push in front of him taking the lead, not even acknowledging his existence, and running far in front of him, as I don't hear his breath behind me anymore. 

I begin to slow down, hoping to gain back the breath I just lost.

Dammit, shouldn't have done that...

I continue running, feeling my heart beating rapidly, but I was glad that my legs felt fine. 

I felt my breathing finally catch up to the rest of my heart beats, making me less winded. I began to notice the street that ended the busy road it included.

I'm going to be waiting for a while...

Then I hear it, the sound of breathing. Heavy breathing. Not heavy breathing, just a heavy sigh. I glare seeing the look on Slate's face. "Good to know you put effort into something." He muttered, and I furrowed my eyes, at him.

"It put effort into a lot of things. Talking to you isn't one them" I retorted, and he raised an eyebrow at me, and I looked away, trying so hard not to smile.